May you, May?

Heal me, may you?
Of all the opaque moons that had failed
to shine within me;
Of all the caged birds that sung
of despair and misery.

Color me, will you?
With the shades of pink and
the hues of everlasting green;
color me transparent like water
running free in streams.

Free me -
of the winds of December
and the coldest stones;
of the pale of seasons -
The cliches of the unknown.


And kill me so that I may live
naked of all the lessons,
until you come crawling in
once and for all.




(I suck with endings lately..)